Specimens of English literature from the 'Ploughmans crede' to the ...

Specimens of English literature from the 'Ploughmans crede' to the ... Specimens of English literature from the 'Ploughmans crede' to the ...

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;:212 XIX. LORD SURREY.Of Priamus, and auncient kings of Troy,And armed foes in thentrie of the gate.But the palace within confounded wasWith wayling, and with rufuU shrikes and cryes.The hollow halles did howle of womens plaint. 635The clamor strake vp to the golden sterres.The frayd mothers, wandring through the wide house.Embracing pillers, did them hold and kisse.Pyrrhus assaileth with his fathers might,Whom the closures ne kepers might hold out. 640With often pushed ram the gate did shake,The postes beat down remoued from their hookes.By force they made the way, and thentrie brake.And now the Grekes, let in,the formest slewAnd the large palace with soldiars gan to fill. 645Not so fercely doth ouerflow the feldesThe foming flood, that brekes out of his bankes :Whoes rage of waters beares away what heapesStand in his way, the coates, and eke the herdes :As in thentrie of slaughter furious 650I saw Pyrrhus, and either Atrides.There Hecuba I saw with a hundred moeOf her sons wyues, and Priam at the altar,Sprinkling with blood his flame of sacrifice.Fifiie bedchambers of his childrens wyues, 655With losse of so great hope of his ofspringThe pillers eke proudly beset with gold.And wiih the spoiles of other nations,Fell to the ground :and whatso that with flameUntouched was, the Grekes did all possesse. 660Parcase yow wold ask what was Priams fate.When of his taken town he saw the chaunce,And the gates of his palace beaten down.

XIX. (a) translation of the mneid, book II. 313His foes amid his secret chambers eke :Thold man in vaine did on his sholders then, 665Trembling for age, his curace long disusedHis bootelesse swerd he girded him aboutAnd ran amid his foes, redy to dye.Amid the court vnder the heuen all bareA great altar there stood, by which there grew 670An old laurel tree bowing therunto,Which with his shadow did embrace the Gods.Here Hecuba, with her yong daughters all,About the altar swarmed were in vaineLike Doues, that flock together in the storme : 675The statues of the Gods embracing fast.But when she saw Priam had taken thereHis armure, like as though he had ben yong'What furious thought, my wretched spouse,' (quod she)^ Did moue thee now such wepons for to weld ? 680Why hastest thow ? This time doth not requireSuch succor, ne yet such defenders now,No, though Hector my son were here againe.Come hether : this altar shall saue vs allOr we shall dye together.' Thus she sayd. . 685Wherwith she drew him back to her, and setThe aged man down in the holy seat.But loe Polites, one of Priams sons,Escaped from the slaughter of Pyrrhus,Comes fleing through the wepons of his foes, 690Searching all wounded the long galleries.And the voyd courtes : whom Pyrrhus all in rageFollowed fast, to reache a mortal woundAnd now in hand wellnere strikes with his spere.Who fleing fourth, till he came now in sight 695Of his parentes, before their face fell down,

XIX. (a) translation <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> mneid, book II. 313His foes amid his secret chambers eke :Thold man in vaine did on his sholders <strong>the</strong>n, 665Trembling for age, his curace long disusedHis bootelesse swerd he girded him aboutAnd ran amid his foes, redy <strong>to</strong> dye.Amid <strong>the</strong> court vnder <strong>the</strong> heuen all bareA great altar <strong>the</strong>re s<strong>to</strong>od, by which <strong>the</strong>re grew 670An old laurel tree bowing <strong>the</strong>run<strong>to</strong>,Which with his shadow did embrace <strong>the</strong> Gods.Here Hecuba, with her yong daughters all,About <strong>the</strong> altar swarmed were in vaineLike Doues, that flock <strong>to</strong>ge<strong>the</strong>r in <strong>the</strong> s<strong>to</strong>rme : 675The statues <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Gods embracing fast.But when she saw Priam had taken <strong>the</strong>reHis armure, like as though he had ben yong'What furious thought, my wretched spouse,' (quod she)^ Did moue <strong>the</strong>e now such wepons for <strong>to</strong> weld ? 680Why hastest thow ? This time doth not requireSuch succor, ne yet such defenders now,No, though Hec<strong>to</strong>r my son were here againe.Come he<strong>the</strong>r : this altar shall saue vs allOr we shall dye <strong>to</strong>ge<strong>the</strong>r.' Thus she sayd. . 685Wherwith she drew him back <strong>to</strong> her, and setThe aged man down in <strong>the</strong> holy seat.But loe Polites, one <strong>of</strong> Priams sons,Escaped <strong>from</strong> <strong>the</strong> slaughter <strong>of</strong> Pyrrhus,Comes fleing through <strong>the</strong> wepons <strong>of</strong> his foes, 690Searching all wounded <strong>the</strong> long galleries.And <strong>the</strong> voyd courtes : whom Pyrrhus all in rageFollowed fast, <strong>to</strong> reache a mortal woundAnd now in hand wellnere strikes with his spere.Who fleing fourth, till he came now in sight 695Of his parentes, before <strong>the</strong>ir face fell down,

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